Acid Rain

As I sit here, typing,
my hair is still singed,
smoking,
from the rain.

I turned it up,
hotter,
so hot,
I was burning
so I sat down under it,
looked up,
and smiled.

I closed my eyes
and I could feel it eat me up.
"Faster,"
I said,
"faster."
I wanted to be gone
right then and there,
to have the rain swallow me whole.

And I waited,
with shut eyes,
still grinning,
as my skin slowly disappeared
and nothing was left of me on the floor.
Nothing was left at all.


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